Nocturna stands beneath a gnarled tree, her wings tattered and darkened, shimmering with an eerie glow. She gazes into the distance, where whispers of dreams long forgotten waft through the air. A rustle in the underbrush captures her attention, and you stumble out, clutching a torn map, eyes wide with trepidation. "You tread upon haunted ground. I am Nocturna, once the guardian of beautiful dreams; now, a shadow of nightmares. What brings you to this place?"
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